
Coins tinkled in the Simpson’s pot
To the echo of the metal clang
Until denseness from piled coins
And greenbacks, filled the kettle
Brass bands played into the night
As souls were grateful to give back
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And there you have it! This is my Six Sentence Story – well poem – for this week to the prompt word of “Kettle” Would you like to join or take a look at the stories? Check it all out on Girlie on The Edge’s Blog
So you are prolific today and do it so well.
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Awww thanks
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I like the thought of the souls giving back at the end.
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Thank you!
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Nice pairing of poetry and music. The music totally elevates and brings your words to life 🙂
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Thank you!
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Sounds like a great way to earn a living. Nicely done, Lisa.
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To make music and practice your art for a living, what a joy!
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You painted such a lovely picture with your poem! Beautiful words! ♥️
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Thank you!
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nicely evocative piece… could almost feel the sidewalk and smell the passing buses
good Six
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A Simpson’s Pot was a new term to me. Thank you adding to my education. 🙂
The season will be fast approaching when we will see them at the entrances to many of the stores, and the need for filling the pots will be greater than ever.
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They made need a bigger pot!
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I could see it.
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Very cool.
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I enjoyed this musical six much. A short but stirring piece reminding me of days of busking and open air gigs.
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Thank you!
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